Saturday, 7 April 2012

The Dark Days, cont. (#24)

Continued research for my next historical novel: Peter and Paul.

It is hard to imagine how a group of men who never faced any challenges
other than keeping “body and soul” together, were suddenly thrust into an
existence well beyond their means to comprehend. I repeat, those early
followers of Yeshûa were simple, (with one exception) uneducated men, who must
have felt completely out of their depth.

Chapter ONE (draft, continued)

The Dark Days (excerpt)

Andrew was worried about his elder brother. He’d aged, fast, during just these last few years. Already his short
trimmed beard was showing signs of gray hair. Andrew suspected that since the
Master’s departure Shimon felt great weight pressing him
down to earth. Literally, down to earth. Perhaps he was trying to reconcile
heaven and earth into a single entity, like two sides of a single coin. Perhaps
it was all the decisions he had to make. Everyone wanted his opinion, his
advise.

I’m a simple fisherman, Andrew heard him say. Many a time. A
simple fisherman…

But no one believed him. He really had to be Kepha, a rock; strong; unbending; not to
cave in under all the expectations.

Shimon looked up for an instant. The next moment
his eyes lost focus and drifted back, to the world of his own. Then, a gentle
smile broadened his mouth. Andrew wondered if his brother would ever share his
daydreams with him.

The wind was rising…

Just sitting there, amidships, on the rough-hewn
board spanning from side to side, his two friends stretching abaft. A gentle
sway of the dying wind… then silence, darkness, the sky
punctured only by the stars of Yahweh. We cast our nets and waited, he
recalled, catching a few hours of sleep.

About Me

An architect, sculptor, and prolific writer was educated in Poland and England. Since 1965 he has resided in Canada. His special interests cover a broad spectrum of arts, sciences, and philosophy. His fiction and non-fiction attest to his particular passion for the scope and the development of Human Potential. Under his real name, he published seven non-fiction books sharing his vision of reality. He also composed two collections of poems in his original native tongue in which he satirizes his view of the world while paying homage to Bozena Happach's sculptures. As an architect [RIBA, MRAIC, OAQ ret.] he designed a number high rise buildings in Montreal, including Regency Hyatt Hotel (now Delta), Place Mercantile, Headquarters for the Mutual Alliance, as well as a number of low and middle rise structures for private clients. In the National Capital he was the associate in charge of design of Royal Bank Headquarters on Sparks Street.